Veterans Day is the day we remember all who served in our nation's wars. Memorial Day is the day we remember those in the military that were killed in the nation's wars.
In my view Memorial Day, that began as a movement of Southern women decorating the graves of the Southern soldiers in the Civil War, is more important. That's because history is told by the victors, by the survivors. It is hard enough to remember those who died fighting for the winning side. But those who died for the losers!
History is written by the winners, we are told, and of course those who supported the losers, or who died for the losers, get very short shrift in the narratives of the winners.
We like to brand the soldiers with the virtues of our side and the vices of the other side, but in truth the young men called to serve their governments have little choice in the matter. They must serve and they must fight, and many of them must die. The victors usually brand the loser soldiers as villains, for fighting for the bad guys. But who really has the wisdom and the virtue to know who is in the right, and who indeed possesses the insane courage to kick against hearth and home when the call to the colors is made?
So what about the young American men that fought and died for the Brits in the Revolutionary War? What do we know of them? The soldiers that fought and died for the slaveholding South in the Civil War? The young Germans that fought for Hitler?
The truth is that those that died in the losing cause are lost to history and to memory, for it cannot be that the winners were wrong. And as we see, with the recent demolition of monuments, there are plenty of people that want the inconvenient past to be obliterated. And young men are scooped up to fight in today's war whether they will or not.
This was brought out to me by a tourist guide in Guatemala, who told how brothers could be found fighting on opposite sides in the long civil war that lasted from 1960 to 1996. Why would they do that? Because young men could be drafted by the government or the rebels: whichever was in town on the day that a young man would be scooped up and set to fight. And once you are drafted and enlisted, desertion is desertion.
Let us all remember the young men chewed up in the government meat-grinders since time immemorial. The politicians don't care; the generals don't care. Only the families care, so long as the family even survives in this murderous and merciless world.
In my view Memorial Day, that began as a movement of Southern women decorating the graves of the Southern soldiers in the Civil War, is more important. That's because history is told by the victors, by the survivors. It is hard enough to remember those who died fighting for the winning side. But those who died for the losers!
History is written by the winners, we are told, and of course those who supported the losers, or who died for the losers, get very short shrift in the narratives of the winners.
We like to brand the soldiers with the virtues of our side and the vices of the other side, but in truth the young men called to serve their governments have little choice in the matter. They must serve and they must fight, and many of them must die. The victors usually brand the loser soldiers as villains, for fighting for the bad guys. But who really has the wisdom and the virtue to know who is in the right, and who indeed possesses the insane courage to kick against hearth and home when the call to the colors is made?
So what about the young American men that fought and died for the Brits in the Revolutionary War? What do we know of them? The soldiers that fought and died for the slaveholding South in the Civil War? The young Germans that fought for Hitler?
The truth is that those that died in the losing cause are lost to history and to memory, for it cannot be that the winners were wrong. And as we see, with the recent demolition of monuments, there are plenty of people that want the inconvenient past to be obliterated. And young men are scooped up to fight in today's war whether they will or not.
This was brought out to me by a tourist guide in Guatemala, who told how brothers could be found fighting on opposite sides in the long civil war that lasted from 1960 to 1996. Why would they do that? Because young men could be drafted by the government or the rebels: whichever was in town on the day that a young man would be scooped up and set to fight. And once you are drafted and enlisted, desertion is desertion.
Let us all remember the young men chewed up in the government meat-grinders since time immemorial. The politicians don't care; the generals don't care. Only the families care, so long as the family even survives in this murderous and merciless world.